Unfortunate Events

Part 1

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Todoroki POV

I woke up at 4:25 am, and decided to get ready for school since I couldn't go back to sleep. Getting in the shower listening to regular music that came to the next list.

After a limiting singing on the ones I knew, I had to remember people are sleep, I got out of the shower; getting ready I checked my phone. It was 5:00. Still too early to be at the classroom, deciding what to do with myself for a couple of seconds.

Finally deciding to the kitchen to cook soba I see Bakugo coming back from the door, sweating. He's sweating, out of literally any day. I can never have a calm heart beat. I feel attacked, figuratively of course.

"Bakugou, would you mind preparing the nourishment of cold soba for me." I say in the most formal way I could think of. Wanting the blonde to possibly accept my offer.

"Oi, What the fuck is with you and formal talking? Y'all in a relationship or some shit?"
He says, hovering over the island I was at on the chair that I usually sat at.

"Bakugo, you can't have a relationship--"

'FUCKING OBVIOUSLY, FIGURATIVELY DUMBASS" he yells, seeing the veins popping out of his sweaty well physique.

"Bakugo, I'm not my ass is not dumb, besides; you're the one that-" I tried to speak again, obviously being over talked the minute the blonde didn't adore the sentence I was forming

"Oi, shut up, I'll make your stupid soba" He finally agrees, making me mentally sign, not wanting to do it out loud to cause more dilemmas and possibly no food.

"Soba is not stupid, It's not alive, Bakugou. And even if it was, it wouldn't be-"

"You need to know the difference when I'm talking figuratively or literally."

I hummed 'n response. focusing on his waist; wondering if my fingers could touch, does he know it's so small? is he doing this to me on purpose? why is he so attractive? His eyes-Oh my God his red eyes are so beautiful yet so scary. his pecks look so much like boobs its actually so cute. how can some have such of a great ass have such a small waist? why-no how is it so small, if he'd even let me touch it-no I'm going to touch it; hold it; kiss it; suck--

"Oi dumbass? Your shit's done."
He comes back to me with the bowl of my request, satisfying me with ecstasy. Always wanting to try the great cooks food since they always smelled preposterously piquant.

"Oh, Thank you, Bakugou."
I truly meant the appreciation. Already wanting more before I tasted it, picking up the fork that was on a napkin, wrapping the mental around the seasoned soba as I foolishly blow on before I chew.

"Yeah, yeah, what the fuck ever" he says, watching me eat his well delightfully exquisite creation. Watching the fork filled with soba returned to my mouth, waiting for my approval so it seems.

"You changed your clothes?" I suddenly query, slightly changing the subject just after I swallowed my food, closing my eyes every time to salvor it.

"took a shower too-you didn't know that?"
He looked oddly surprised at my question, making me open my eyes in mid chew, raising my right eyes brow

"I...I must've been spacing out for a while" I look away, knowing what I've been thinking when he disappeared.  "No shit." Bakugou rolls his eyes, glaring back at my heterochromian eyes. "This is delicious, thank you, bakugo"

"tch, no need to tell me, I already knew that"

Finishing my bowl of soba I washed the dish and fork as we both talk, wiping my hands with a hand dish towel, noticing that Bakugou was patiently waiting for me, I put on a light smile and told the blonde I was done as we both walked to the classroom.